The Bitter End

My tolerance for pain is nothing these days

Guess I used to be a little bit stronger

What hasn't killed me makes me hide away

In my bed a little bit longer

The winter suns a tease

Like blue light from my screen

Wasting daylight won't warm me up v

Talent shows of teens

Tell me who I need to be

Taking notes but likes won't make me loved

A mess of ink is bleedin from my pen

All I ever think about is who I should've been

And nothing I dream will let me start again

So I'm heading home

I hope it shields the wind

From the bitter end

The best I feel is strange

Maybe I'm a fake

In a simulation, wake up

I don't got what it takes

To break philosophies

Wanna wastes the night til times up

A mess of ink is bleedin from my pen

All I ever think about is who I should've been

And nothing I dream will let me start again

So I'm heading home

I hope it shields the wind

From the bitter end

From the bitter end

We spend our waking time dreaming up our lives

As soon as we have the power we fall apart

Beg myself to bite my own baited advice

Get up

Just start

A mess of ink is bleedin from my pen

All I ever think about is who I should've been

And nothing I dream will let me start again

So I'm heading home

I hope it shields the wind

From the bitter end

From the bitter end

From the bitter end